I don't know what becomes of it. It vanishes." He
turned to leave. "Oh, a message for you. On my boat was
Schabelitz. It looks very much as if his great fortune, the
accumulation of years, would be swept away by this war.
Already they are tramping up and down his lands in Poland.
His money--much of it--is invested in great hotels in Poland
and Russia, and they are using them for barracks and
hospitals."
"Schabelitz! You mean a message for Theodore? From him?
That's wonderful."
"For Theodore, and for you, too."
"For me! I made a picture of him once when I was a little
girl. I didn't see him again for years. Then I heard him
play. It was on his last tour here. I wanted to speak to
him. But I was afraid. And my face was red with weeping."
"He remembers you. And he means to see Theodore and you.
He can do much for Theodore in this country, and I
think he will. His message for you was this: `Tell her I
still have the picture that she made of me, with the jack-
in-the-box in my hand, and that look on my face.
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